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By Black Dragon Queen
Author's Note: Man, this week just refuse to get better! It's absolutely crazy! I haven't been by a computer for very long so I apologize to everyone for the lateness~! BTW, I already had a chapter called "Getting the Facts" so I had to change it.
Chapter One Hundred Seventeen: Just the Facts
It took a long time for Red Alert to finally come back on line and when he did it was to something most extraordinary. It actually took Red a couple moments to realize that it was really there and wasn’t an imaging failure in his optic sensors. There, staring down at him, was a tiny mech seated directly on his chest.
Red Alert just stared at the creature. The small creature just stared back. “Um…”
It was with that small noise that the creature seemed to realize that Red was no longer unconscious and Red could just barely make out the small squeak the creature made. He then jerked in surprise as sharp fingers scrabbled across his chest plate and the small creature scuttled off of Red’s chest and right out the door of the main hanger. “Wait!” Red cried, trying to get off the medical table but the gears in his leg protested and refused to turn right and Red winced as he dropped back to the bed. “Slag it.”
“Red?”
Red turned towards his other side and was surprised to see Inferno there, seated in one of the few large chair’s that had been constructed, looking like he was just coming out of recharge himself. It was that cute pout that had Red snickering. He always did love watching his husband wake up. With a last small chuckle, Red turned serious as he turned towards his husband as he tried to sit up once again. “What happened?”
Inferno instantly reached out and steadied the smaller fire rig as he helped him up. “You were caught under the ceiling of the bunker when it collapsed.”
Red suppressed an urge to scream, sighing instead. “Yes, I remember that part…” he groaned. “What happened after that? What about those small creatures under the base? What about-”
“One question at a time here,” Inferno snickered. “Just relax for a moment. I’ll go get Groundhog and we’ll-”
“Groundhog?” Red looked back up at Inferno in surprise at the mention of the ‘Con’s name. “You didn’t kick them out?”
Inferno jerked in shock before he dropped his gaze to his lap. “Well… um. It’s not like… I mean…”
Red watched as Inferno struggled a bit trying to answer him before he felt a soft smile creep across his face and he reached out and grasped Inferno’s arm, squeezing it gently. “Thanks,” he said softly.
“Er, well… ah hem…” Inferno shifted on his seat in embarrassment. “Really couldn’t kick them out what with Groundhog monitoring your condition and what not…” Inferno muttered.
Red glanced over at Inferno a bit puzzled. “Condition?” he asked before he looked down and began examining his own person. “Was I really that bad off?”
Inferno nodded. “You shoulder circuits were nearly severed and you had a rather large pipe in your thigh but as you can see, the ‘Con did a decent job patching you up.”
“Would you expect anything less?” an amused voice spoke up and the two fire rigs turned to the door to see amazingly Rollerforce standing in the doorway. Rollerforce just nodded at Red before he turned back to head out the hanger. “I’ll go get ‘Hog,” he called over his shoulder before he suddenly paused and turned back around to face the two Autobots. “Congratulations by the way,” he smirked and quickly ducked out the door before Inferno could say anything to him.
“Um, thanks!” Red called out after him perplexed before he looked back over at Inferno. “Did they not think I would recover or something?”
“Um…” Inferno thought quickly before he finally turned to face Red Alert head on. He quickly took Red’s hand in between his own as he looked up at Red’s now alarmed face. “Red, I should probably tell you this before-”
“Red! You’re up!” Groundhog chirped happily as he entered the hanger, a smirking Rollerforce behind him.
Inferno wilted at their entrance and Red was now becoming extremely baffled by his mate’s odd behavior. Giving Inferno one last puzzled look he turned to greet the ‘Cons. “I believe I have you to thank for my speedy recovery,” he smiled before a small wince overtook his features as he pulled at his shoulder. “Er, still stiff,” he said at Groundhog’s sharp look.
Groundhog sighed as he moved over and began digging though what Red recognized as Ratchet’s personal equipment. “I couldn’t just leave you like you were,” Groundhog spoke as he began removing Red’s shoulder plating to get to the gears underneath. “Ratchet’s temper was something of a legend in the medical school. It was actually something the instructors used as a teaching tool.” Groundhog’s voice dropped a few decibels and he took on a more prominent stance. “‘Turn in a report one nanotick late’,” he said sternly, waving Ratchet’s prized wrench in Red’s face, “‘and you’ll be assigned to intern under head medical officer Ratchet!’”
Groundhog finished with a final tap of the wrench on the end of Red’s nose and that was the final straw. Red couldn’t hold it in and began howling with laughter as Inferno just looked horrified by the whole thing. Rollerforce just looked borde by the whole speech, as if he had heard it a thousand times and again. Red assumed he probably had and that just sent him laughing harder.
“It wasn’t a laughing matter!” Groundhog protested through his own laughter. “The whole campus was in fear that any of their teachers would actually make good on the threat.”
“Oh poor Groundhog!” Red finally gasped out. “I don’t think I could imagine anything worse!”
“How about interning with Wheeljack?” Blaster chuckled as he entered the hanger.
“Oh PRIMUS!” Red began laughing hysterically again. “That would be worse! Because once his experiment exploded you would be sent off to Ratchet for repair!”
Inferno shook his head as Red and Blaster began laughing even harder while the ‘Cons watched on in amusement, having never met the Autobots engineer. Blaster just chuckled one last time as he sat down in the console chair. “One wonders if they do it on purpose so everyone would leave them alone.”
“Blaster!” Red yelped though his laughter never died down. “What a horrible thing to say!”
“And yet probably very accurate,” Inferno muttered. “Now will you stop jerking around so much and let the ‘Con check you out! For Primus’ sake…”
Red just sighed dramatically but settled down and allowed Groundhog his examination and to finish adjusting his turn gears. “So? What’s the diagnosis?” he asked as Groundhog began going over the data pad.
“Well your both-”
“Ah hem!” Inferno suddenly cleared his throat loudly.
Both Blaster and Groundhog looked over at him surprised as Rollerforce’s smirk grew even wider. “Um, you’re fine,” Groundhog said quickly, sending the larger Autobot a quick frown.
“Thank Primus,” Red sighed as he swung his legs over again and tried once more to stand, this time with much more success. “Now that that’s taken care of, could someone please tell me what the slag has been going on around here?” he frowned at all four of the other mechs. “What in the matrix are we going to do about those three mechs underground? What are they? Have we even figured that out? Are they Cybertronion? Did they tell you how they got caught? What about-”
Silence suddenly filled the hanger as Inferno clamped a hand over Red’s mouth, though all four of them could still hear Red’s muffled voice coming from under the hand. “One question at a time dear,” Inferno chuckled.
Red glared at him, his optics darkening slightly and Inferno quickly removed his hand before Red thought to remove it himself… or possibly bite it. Who knew what Red was capable in his current… condition. Rollerforce was snickering and Inferno threw a small glare his way that the ‘Con completely ignored.
Groundhog took care of the small problem however by smacking the larger ‘Con upside the head. “Shut it you,” he snapped before he turned back to Inferno. “Should one of us fetch Hound?”
Inferno shook his head. “It’s fine,” he said turning back to Red who he was surprised to see was glaring at all of them.
“If someone doesn’t explain in the next thirty seconds, I’m programming the security sentry’s to open fire on anything over ten feet tall…” he threatened.
All the mechs jumped a little at this announcement. “You got them done?” Rollerforce seemed surprised.
“The automatic guns on the perimeter?” Red graced the ‘Con with a smirk of his own. “Yes, I did.”
“Oh Primus,” Rollerforce groaned as he turned and started heading out the hanger once again. “Save me from hormonal ‘Bots…”
Inferno groaned but Red seemed to have missed the small prayer the ‘Con sent heavenwards in favor for staring at his mate with a glare that could probably have frozen Megatron in place. “Well?” Red huffed.
“Oh, right. The three mechs,” Inferno turned back to the conversation at hand. “Well, it turns out they are Cybertronions though they’re not from Cybertron; they're Earth native.”
Red just continued to stare at Inferno blankly for a moment before he turned to Groundhog. “Translation?” he demanded, much to Inferno’s irritation.
“Apparently they were the last three mechs made by the All Spark during the last battle,” Groundhog shrugged. “Out of some of the nearby mechanics.”
“Sam apparently accidentally activated the All Spark and those three were the result,” Blaster agreed with a nod.
“According to Simmons, they were scheduled to be… um… destroyed,” Groundhog admitted with a small sigh.
“However Keller disbanding Sector Seven kind of threw everyone out of sorts and they were lost in the shuffle,” Inferno continued.
“And that’s when Thirteen grabbed them and in the chaos after the battle, they were forgotten about and assumed dealt with,” Blaster finished.
Red frowned as he absorbed all the information and the other three mechs glanced at one another. “The humans could probably explain it better seeing how they were directly involved,” Groundhog informed him.
“No, I think I pretty much got the idea,” Red told him with a frown. “That’s who they are, but now the question is what are we going to do with them? What are they like?”
“Well,” Inferno and Groundhog shared a look again and Red was becoming more and more irritated with the pair when Blaster spoke up.
“We’ve kind of adapted the policy that we don’t bother them, they won’t bother us type deal,” the communicator told him.
Red frowned and turned to Inferno. “And everyone is okay with this?” he demanded. “We know nothing about their intelligence, their capabilities or even if they understand what or who we even are. Do we have any idea what Thirteen’s done to them?”
Inferno sighed. “We’re going to take it a day at a time,” he sighed. “With Optimus and the others out in the field we figured that it would be best if we didn’t irritated them any further than we already have.”
Red frowned as he saw Inferno wince. “What happened?”
Amazingly Blaster was laughing again and Groundhog was smirking. “When we invaded their home, one of them seemed to have ‘bitten’ Inferno and knocked him out for a bit.”
“Bitten?”
“The crazy thing has some sort of acid based defense system in place. The thing went right through my plating,” Inferno whined, glaring down at his leg.
Red tilted his head as he looked down at the leg in question. "Is that pink?" he boggled with a small smirk.
"Yes," Inferno growled sending a sharp glare at Groundhog.
Groundhog shrugged. "It was the only spare panel in the boxcar.
"It's pink!" Inferno huffed.
"Think of it this way," Red smirked. "You have something else in common with Ironhide."
"But it's pink!" Inferno practically wailed.
Red chuckled as he patted Inferno on the head. “Oh poor baby,” he crooned before glancing at Groundhog with a small smirk. “What was it exactly that bit him?”
“Apparently it was a game console,” Groundhog chuckled.
“You mean like the one ‘Cade and the kids play with?”
Inferno just groaned once more as Groundhog and Blaster laughed again. “Yup,” Blaster snickered.
“I’m never living this down, am I?” Inferno sighed.
“When Jazz hears about it? Never!” Blaster told him with an evil grin. “Not to mention the Lambo’s.”
“Oh Primus,” Inferno groaned even louder as Groundhog glanced at Blaster curiously.
“Lambos?”
“The twins,” Blaster clarified.
Groundhog frowned. “The ones who are always jumping on the seekers?” he asked puzzled.
“Those would be the ones,” Red chuckled. Inferno himself had stopped talking completely and was now just groaning continually.
Groundhog glanced around at the three Autobots with a look that clearly read “I’m surrounded by nuts!” before he turned and began heading out the hanger himself. “Well since you’re all right, I’ll leave you to get some rest.”
Red nodded and waved as the ‘Con left. Inferno had since stopped his self-pity party and was now glaring at Blaster who was typing away on the master computer obliviously. “Blaster!” Inferno finally shouted.
“Huh?” The younger ‘Bot glanced back over his shoulder at the pair and jerked in surprise to find Inferno glaring at him. “What?”
Inferno just jerked his head in the direction of the door. “Out! Red needs his rest.”
Red just sighed as he patted Inferno on the shoulder. “Really Inferno, I’m fine now,” he insisted. “And I really should be checking out the security cameras for the time I was out…” He frowned. “How long was I out again?”
“Never you mind,” Inferno frowned. “Rest.” Red huffed but allowed Inferno to gently begin pushing him back down on the table. The sound of key’s clicking had Inferno twitching and Red snickering. “Blaster!”
“What?” Blaster glanced at them again and jerked when Inferno leveled him with a pointed stare. “Oh! Right…”
The other Autobot was quickly on his feet and headed for the main hanger. “I’ll just let Bluestreak in on the good news,” he said as he ducked out the door. But a moment later his head poked back in. “Did you want me to close the door?”
“OUT!” Inferno bellowed. “NOW!”
Blaster huffed but did as he was told. “I was just asking…”
Red stared at Inferno with a small frown. “What’s your problem?” he huffed as he crossed his ankles and clasped his hands over his chest, trying to get into a somewhat comfortable position. “Did that mech do something to your tempter control panel or something?”
“What?” Inferno looked back down at Red surprised. “No! No, nothing like that… You need your rest is all.”
Red frowned at him. “Groundhog said I was fine,” Red stressed. “And I’ve worked under more strenuous circumstances.”
“Not like this,” Inferno muttered and Red’s optics winked back on seconds after he had shuttered them.
“What?” Red frowned and again moved to sit back up. “Inferno, what is your problem?”
“Careful!” Inferno insisted as he instantly reached out to once more help Red sit back up.
Red just huffed, becoming more than a little annoyed. “What the slag Inferno? I’m perfectly capable of sitting up on my own.”
“Right… I know you are, I just… well…”
Red sighed as he watched Inferno flounder for the words. “'Well', 'well', 'well' what?” he finally asked irritably. “What the slag is going on around here?”
“Red,” Inferno turned back to his husband again and once more clasped Red’s smaller hands in his own larger ones. “There’s something we found out while you were unconscious.”
Red’s optics lit up with surprise and he was once again trying to climb off his bed as Inferno tried to keep him on it. “What happened? Did you hear from Optimus? Is it Starscream? Have we been found? What-?”
“No! No nothing like that!” Inferno instantly tried to sooth his now very agitated mate. “It’s nothing to do with the ‘Cons or humans or anything…” he insisted.
Red flopped back on his bed now completely baffled. “What? Then what is it?”
Inferno groaned again and once more took Red’s hands in his own. Red shook his head but apparently whatever it was that Inferno was going to tell him, Inferno had clearly planned how the conversation was suppose to go, much to Red’s amusement. “Red,” Inferno began in all seriousness and Red was desperately trying to figure out if he should be worried or shift into battle mode.
Inferno was apparently trying to beak whatever news he had gently but Red was now too agitated to wait until Inferno finally spat it out. “What? What is it?” Red huffed.
“Red… it’s about you,” Inferno finally managed to state and Red’s optics locked onto Inferno’s serious expression.
“Me?” Red stared at Inferno in surprise. “What about me?”
“Well, Groundhog found out something during you examination.”
Red’s hand immediately went to his head. “You mean my glitch?” he asked fearfully. “It’s not worse is it?”
“No!” Inferno shook his head rapidly. “Actually, he never even mentioned your cerebral problems…” Inferno frowned. “I wonder why he didn’t ask about it if he’s supposed to be this great medic…”
“Inferno,” Red tugged his arms and in turn Inferno’s to get the large mech’s attention. “Focus please. What did Groundhog find out?”
“Well he… um… when you were out he did a complete check and well…”
Red groaned. “Am I dying?” he finally snapped.
“What?” Inferno yelped surprise. “No! No Red, you’re not dying,” he said quickly, dropping Red’s hands to cup his face. “You’re perfectly healthy and in working order.”
Red just stared at Inferno. “Then can you please get to the point?” he huffed. “If I’m not in fact dying then I would very much like to get some fuel and rest like Groundhog advised. All this excitement can’t be good for the sparkling.”
“Right… well what I wanted to tell you is-” Inferno blinked. “Sparkling!” he shouted stunned, his arms dropping to his side limply as he stared at Red. “You knew?”
Red just stared at his husband a bit frustrated. “Well of course I did,” he said crossly. “I spoke to Jazz so I would know what to expect and it's kind of hard not to know what it is that’s having fun re-arranging your insides.”
Inferno just continued to stare at Red in complete shock as laughter rang out from outside the hanger. “I knew it!” Hound’s voice reached Red’s audio sensors. “Pay up!”
“With what?” Bluestreak yelped. “I don’t have any credits!”
“How about taking the night shift for the next week?” Hound chuckled.
“WHAT?” Bluestreak yelped again.
“I can take the shift with you,” Motorhead’s excited voice offered.
“You will be busy with your own shift,” Groundhog said sternly.
“Aw man.”
“Do you think Inferno’s doing okay in there?” Blaster’s worried voice came next. “He hasn’t said anything in a while.”
“He’ll live,” Hound laughed. “And if not, we can always toss him in the moat.”
“Autobots are strange,” Groundhog sighed.
“I swear Red’s the only sane one in the entire lot!” Rollerforce’s deep voice was the next one to reach Red’s hearing and the small security chief nearly doubled over in laughter as he listened to the small banter going on outside as Inferno continued to sit dumbly in shock as he tried to figure out what in the matrix had just happened.
“Sir!”
Doctor Burgen cringed as he heard the rather high pitched squeal of one of his subordinates. “What is it?” he snapped as he whirled away from the computer to glare at the rather portly man who was waving a large sheet of paper in the air. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“A metal panther was spotted in Oregon!” The man wheezed.
“What!” Burgen snagged the paper and stared down at what he could now see was actually a tabloid. On the cover was a rather young man with wild hair and no pants. The headline read “Government Secret Weapons Running Wild in Oregon?” while the smaller sub-headline read “ ‘I survived an attack by super robotic wildlife!’”.
Burgen skimmed the article but already knew more than the idiot who apparently wrote the thing. The small amout of detail was enough for him to know exactly what it was that had attacked the young man. “Get the team ready!” he snapped at the still panting man.
“Sir?” the man glanced back up surprised. “Which one?”
“All of them!” Burgen snapped as he slammed the paper down on his desk and stood, making his way to the door.
The small assistant hurried to catch up. “A-all of them sir?”
“Of course all of them!” Burgen snarled. “I want Oregon searched from top to bottom! That has to be where they’re hiding!” A dark, twisted laugh left the man. “I knew it would only be a matter of time!” he announced, supposedly to the man behind him. “I knew those creatures couldn’t stay hidden for long! Not with their own very nature running against them.”
“Sir?” the man stared at Burgen’s back as they quickly strode down the hall.
“Now they’ll see! They’ll all see just how right I was! I knew that this would happen and I will be ready for them! When they finally begin their attack they’ll learn that there was one human who was ready for them!”
The assistant stared as Burgen threw back his head and began laughing loud and long, rather insanely. Slowing his pace, the portly man quickly waited until Burgen was well ahead of him before he slipped into a small off corridor. Burgen probably didn’t even know who he was anyhow.
With a small sigh, the man began the long trek to his room to pack, all the while wondering what the weather in Oregon was like.
“Finally!” Ironhide called out as they passed the large sign that welcomed them to the state of Washington.
“Two states down, one country and one last state to go!” Optimus called back to his team.
“I’m just brimming with excitement,” Barricade snarled.
“Then this should cheer you up,” ‘Bee announced as he pulled alongside the surly mustang. “The weather forecast calls for snow.”
“Primus strike me down now!” Barricade groaned.
“Come on slowpokes! We’re almost half way there!” Perceptor chirped as the small mini cooper suddenly weaved around ‘Bee and slipped between them before pulling ahead to catch up with Jazz and Prowl.
“First snow drift I find he’s going in it!” Barricade huffed.
Bumblebee and Sam just laughed as they finally entered Washington state and continued on down the road towards their next scheduled stop, the city of Seattle. Barricade could only hope that they had better weather.
-To Be Continued

Author's Note: I'm off to bed, took WAY too much cold medicine. Join us tomorrow for chapter One Hundred Eighteen: Sleep Deprived in Seattle ^_^
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